The streets bustle with life. Children running in the small spaces between adults, who are lost in the maze of stores and stands. Everyone is celebrating. You walk along the streets, taking in the joyous chaos.
The new symbol of the kingdom plastered on every wall you see, some children even running around with flags bearing the shape.
You see people selling these flags, people selling stamps and some even books with the new symbol.
"Hear this tale!" you hear someone shout and turn towards the deep rich voice to find a storyteller stilling on a relatively less crowded rock. Under the banyan tree the rock rested against, you find a small gathering of children. All the children bickering and shushing each other, nudging each other and giggling.
"Hear this tale! This tale of victory! This tale of great sorrow!"
You find yourself walking toward this gathering and settle at the very end of the crowd of children, who are now being joined by some adults.
"A tale of prophecy! A tale of adventure! A tale of unbelievable bravery!"
He leaned forward, his voice dipping in low whisper, loud enough to carry to the first few rows of listeners, "A tale where Suryadev Himself was challenged!"
Gasps resounded among those who heard this while the rest whispered around to get hints of these lost words.
"The tale of our kingdom. The tale of the sun-blessed dynasty of Agnivaṁśī! The tale of our Aryavartha!"
A cheer waved through the people listening, that had now increased two fold.
"Hear this tale! This wild, magnificent tale! The tale of a warrior! The tale of a great ruler forged from the ruins of a war!"
A pause where everyone around waited with bated breath for his next words. He leaned back, and with a loud, spine-chilling tone delivered his next line.
"The tale of our Raṇadhīrāṅganā."
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